MW Douglass - Houston (Harris County) Texas
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Poems by Mildred J. Douglass (1908-1988)
Note: this was re-titled "Our Home: 134 Gates Avenue, East Longmeadow, Mass. 01028; 1937-1973"
My Home is all tattered and torn
From five sons some to manhood have grown
I scrubbed and cleaned my house to keep neat
From five pair of sturdy little feet.
Who slid down banisters and climbed on chairs
And left their toys scattered on the stairs
Never a dull moment or a quite thought
For to me all their troubles were brought.
Big or little I heard them all
And thanked God I was at their call
One moment they were in the depths of despair
And the next in someone else's hair.
Laughing, playing, and running all day
I prayed God that right would come their way
Now they are separated, my little ones
Their work on earth for some has now begun.
My oldest, a minister has chosen to be
My next, serves in China's sea
My third, a farmer's life he wants to lead
To reap from the soil, food to satisfy man's need.
My fourth, in school is trying to learn
That which will help him in his turn
To repair the body and heal the sick
The ravages of disease he must lick
My fifth is still a little boy
Bringing to all a little joy.
Playing with his toys on the floor
Who could ask for anything more?
--- undated, by Mildred J. Douglass
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